Prosiac things one can learn on a Wednesday in San Francisco

People here cruise shamelessly.

I may be in denial about being a bear. I also may look like a bumpkin.

It may not always be appropriate to make out.

Running in wet sand is not easy.

There are many types of sea life in coastal CA including sea anemones, sea urchins, starfish, mussels, and (allegedly) crabs.

Black sand beaches really are black. Especially when inhabited by ravens and cormorants.

Ravens mate for life and live until they're forty.

The number of people I can contemplate hooking up withon one vacation without feeling like a whore is 3. The number I CAN hook up with without feeling like a whore is none.

There really are heroic men and women like Ayn Rand describes in her novels. Some of them are beautiful, rock climbing MD/PhDs.

Project Runway isn't as much fun without your friends.

Prosiac things one can learn on a Wednesday in San Francisco

It's amazing how fast non-stop, blatant cruising begins to feel natural.

I may be in denial about being a bear.

It may not be appropriate to make out in all situations.

It's easy to accidentally steal free rides on trains and busses from lax drivers.

In-N-Out Burger is overrated, Animal Style or not.

Running in wet sand is not easy.

There are many types of sea life in coastal CA including sea anemones, sea urchins, starfish, mussels, and (allegedly) crabs.

Black sand beaches really are black. Especially when inhabited by ravens and cormorants.

Ravens mate for life and live until they're forty.

The number of people I can contemplate hooking up with on one vacation without feeling like a whore is 3. The number I CAN hook up with without feeling like a whore is none.

Mole that tastes like chocolate-flavored catsup isn't mole I need in my life.

Project Runway isn't as much fun without your friends.

Airport, Phoenix, AZ

I drank in lieu of sleeping in order to better pass out on the plane and wake up adjusted to new time zone. I arrived at jfk and muscled my way through a large family to reach the one functioning kiosk. I slid in my credit card and the impatiently followed the prompts hitting (print ticket) instead of (choose seat).

This landed me in 22c. Last row aisle by the bathrooms. I was asleep before we left the ground.

I woke up often as people jostled by me walking to the back. In my half-asleep state I almost reached out to stroke each of them, my sleep addled mind interpreting each foreign body as a lover moving against me in bed.

Starting over

Welcome to Atlas Slouched (title subject to change).

This is my third attempt at a blog and my first at Blogger, previous blogs meeting untimely ends at the beginning of relationships: As love blossoms, drama decreases. And then in a moment of weakness or intimacy (My exes would say I see no difference between the two. They might be right.) you reveal that you keep a journal and then self-censorship sets in and slowly posting drops off until the time you spent writing is spent cuddling.

It's a fair trade off until it's not.

Enough reminiscing, I guess. Now for some context:

I'm 29. Male. Brooklynite. Obviously single and a little bitter about love. Gay. Music fan. Working in the convergence of print and new media. Currently under the sway of Ayn Randian objectivism after a lifetime of neosocialist secular humanism.

Some nuance: I prefer Magnetic Fields to Madonna but would rather listen to Sufjan. I like Phoenix much more than XL but am more likely to be found at Urge any given happy hour. I'm more Cherry Grove than the pines but am spending my summer vacation in a cabin in seattle, praying for a cozy perpetual light drizzle.

and I don't really believe in anything but i'm a little obsessed with beauty and coincidences. They give me hope for meaning in a world that sometimes seems pointless and a little cruel.

Don't tell ayn.